My Mom is Prejudiced Against Mexicans!!!

Okay, fine, I'm not talking about Mexican people, but my Mom has been really unfair to me lately and I think it's because I'm a chola. It all started a few days ago when me n Mom went to da park. I was running like a gansta like I do and eventhough I'm usually a sure-footed mo fo I guess I slipped on something (No, not Chester, though that spazz attack does get in my freakin' way a lot JEEZ!). Anyways, my front foot was hurtin' and Mom was like, Stell, what's wrong, did you hurt your little foot? And I was like NO WAY BITCH YOU BE FRONTIN' and just to prove that I was freakin fine I went and played with some brindle-face bitch named "Sierra." But then my foot hurt a lot and Mom was like, Stell, oh no! You're limping. And I was like, F-dat, ese, it be my pimp walk. But then Mom called Dad to pick us up at the park and he was crabby because she interrupted his third nap. But he came and it was kinda nice to not have to walk home. And for a few days Mom kept giving me peanut butter that I'm pretty sure that shit was laced with something! (Ever heard of the show Weeds where the mom deals drugs???) But what's really F-ed up is that Chester went out with Mom the next day and came back smelling like ELYSIAN PARK. God I kicked that boy's ass so bad for that shit. And now my foot feels freakin fine but Mom says I have to wait til the weekend to hike and meanwhile she took Chester to GRIFFITH today. Freakin' GRIFFITH. My favorite park in the world!!! White man really got me down today. Hit me up, yo. Lemme know I'm not alone.